Passing events, - tell, what are they I pray? Are they some novelty? - Nay, nay, nay! Ever since the world its course began, Since the breath of life was breathed into man,...
Aw've heeard ov Mary Mischief, An aw've read ov Natterin Nan; An aw've known a Grumlin Judy, An a cross-grained Sarah Ann; But wi' all ther faults an failins, They still seem varry tame,...
What tho' th' claads aboon luk dark, Th' sun's just waitin to peep throo; Let us buckle to awr wark, For ther's lots o' jobs to do: Tho' all th' world luks dark an drear, Let's ha faith, an persevere....
"Sup up thi gill, owd Peter Prime, Tha'st have a pint wi' me; It's worth a bob at onny time To have a chat wi' thee. Aw like to see thi snowy hair, An cheeks like apples ripe, -...
His face wor varry thin an pale, His een wor strangely breet; His old rags flapt i'th' wintry gale, An shooless wor his feet. His teeth they chattered in his heead, His hands had lost ther use,...
A lecture on this subject was delivered on Tuesday evening, to the members of the Ladies' Needle and Thimble Association, by the Rev. James Sleek, curate of St. Enock's-in-the-Mist. After adverting to the plagues of Egypt, the ...
Plain Jane - plain Jane; This wor owd Butterworth's favourite strain: For wealth couldn't buy, Such pleasur an joy. As he had wi his owd plain Jane. Ther wor women who oft, Maybe, thinkin him soft,...
A'a! it's grand to ha plenty o' brass! It's grand to be able to spend A trifle sometimes on a glass For yorsen, or sometimes for a friend. To be able to bury yor neive...
Do you remember the wood, love, That skirted the meadow so green; Where the cooing was heard of the stock-dove, And the sunlight just glinted between. The trees, that with branches entwining...
Tawkin abaat policemen reminds me ov a mess one on 'em gate into a while sin. Aw shalln't tell awther his name or his number, becoss it's net my wish to get ony body into trouble. It's enuff for me to say he's a gooid-lukkin ch...
Poor old hat! poor old hat! like misen tha's grown An fowk call us old fashioned an odd; But monny's the storm we have met sin that day, When aw bowt thee all shiny an snod....
Ther's some fowk like watter, An others like beer; It doesn't mich matter, If ther heead is kept clear. But to guzzle an swill, As if aitin an drinkin Wor all a chap lives for,...
This is the age of progress; and it is not slo progress nawther. The worst on it is, we're all forced to go on whether we like it or net, for if we stand still a minit, ther's somedy traidin' ov us heels, an' unless we move on ...
Aw think aw could tell what day it wor th o' aw didn't know if aw could see a lot o' factry fowk gooin to ther wark. Mondy's easy to tell, becoss th' lasses have all clean approns on, an' ther hair hasn't lost its Sundy twists,...
Have yo seen mi bonny Mary, Shoo lives at Skircoit Green; An old fowk say a fairer lass Nor her wor nivver seen. An th' young ens say shoo's th' sweetest flaar, 'At's bloomin thear to-day;...
Shoo wor shoeless, an shiverin, an weet, - Her hair flyin tangled an wild: Shoo'd just been browt in aght o'th street, Wi drink an mud splashes defiled. Th' poleece sargent stood waitin to hear...
Gooid bye, lass, aw dunnot blame, Tho' mi loss is hard to bide! For it wod ha' been a shame, Had tha ivver been the bride Of a workin chap like me; One 'ats nowt but love to gie. ...
None ever knew I had wronged her, That secret she kept to the end. None knew that our ties had been stronger, Than such as should bind friend to friend. Her beauty and innocence gave her...
Oh lend me thy hand in the darkness, Lead me once more to the light, Bear with my folly and weakness, Point me the way to do right. Long have I groped in the shadow Of error, temptation and doubt,...
Ther's a deal o' things scattered raand, at if fowk ud tak th' trouble to pick up might do 'em a paar o' gooid, an' my advice is, if yo meet wi' owt i' yor way 'at's likely to mak life better or happier, sam it up, but first ma...